I threw my duffle bag in the back of Tate's truck and we were off to chase mule deer in Washinton's palouse region.
The first three days was spent behind our binoculars with only a few small bucks being spotted. Our dreams almost came true, as small group of bucks was spotted moving toward a fenceline and property that we had
permission to hunt. Included in the group was a buck that we estimated at 28" wide. This buck captured our interest. Unfortunately, as the bucks moved down the hill toward the fence, a caravan of two trucks rushed down the fenceline to keep the bucks from leaving the property. The property the bucks were trying to leave, had clients in the field, and the guide/outfitter wasn't about to let these bucks get away. So, we sat helpless behind our binoculars watching the scenario play out. We were dissapointed... but what else is new. Things turned around for us, later the next day:
A few of the bucks that were passed on during the hunt:
Finally got a chance at this buck and wrapped up the November mule deer hunt. Although, not a Huntin' Fool buck promting me to weep at it's very site, nothing can compare to sitting on top of a hill, with your brother, eating jerky, and watching deer.... we did plenty of that and couldn't have had a better time.
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